My Companion

Sarah had Jareth actually laughing by the time they reached the top of the stairs. She told him of her conversation with the Fates, and he nearly burst into tears he was laughing so hard. Sarah had tears streaming down her face as she giggled out more of the conversation. By the time they reached her room, their laughter had quieted, and Jareth brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

"You are truly a source of sanity for me." He said after he pulled away.

Sarah reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from his face. Jareth caught her wrist and kissed delicate underside of it. He looked at her and then smiled.

"Sarah, I want to do something that I really should have done some time ago."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat. Was he finally going to say it? She waited with anticipation. Jareth moved his hand to one side, and suddenly the other half of her ring was in his fingertips.

"I wanted to give this back to you."

Sarah felt her heart sink, "Thank you Jareth. I almost forgot…"

She didn't seem quite as happy as Jareth thought she should be, and he would have asked had a small goblin not come running up the stairs, her chest heaving with exertion.

"Your Majesty!"

Jareth spun around, "What's happened?"

The goblin, dressed in festive red, pointed down the stairs, "Someone is dead sire!"

"Who?" Jareth asked, tensing for action.

"We don't know, it looks like some gentleman!"

"Take me to him." Jareth turned to Sarah, "Go into your room and lock the door. Do not open it to anyone but me." He ushered Sarah into her room, paying no heed to her protests, and locked the door behind him.

"Come on." He said to the goblin, and they ran down the stairs.


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Sarah quit trying to fight Jareth and let him push her into the room and she saw the lock turn itself after he closed the door. The nerve of him! Locking her up like she was some helpless little girl. She resisted the urge to follow him. Why cause more trouble? It's not like he loved her or anything. She began to pull off all of the finery she was wearing and sat down on the bed with a plop.

The castle was completely silent and she nearly jumped when she heard a knock on the door a few minutes later.

"Who is it?"

"Sarah, it's me, open the door." Jareth spoke urgently.

"Well why.." she was about to say 'why don't you open it yourself?' but thought better of it. She pulled on her robe and unlocked the door.

Jareth walked into her room, looking very nervous. Sarah felt herself stepping away from him as he entered.

"Jareth, who was it?"

"Who was what?" he asked and reached for her.

Sarah evaded him, "The person downstairs."

"Oh, it was just a guest." He had sweat forming on his brow.

Jareth never sweats. Sarah thought, then she remembered what the youngest Fate had said before they disappeared.

"Beware of the twin."

Sarah's eyes widened and she made a dash for the open door, but she was too late. The twin reached for her and his arm encircled her waist. She watched in horror as Jareth's face melted off, and a new face appeared beneath it. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, she felt a sharp pain on her head, and the world went dark.


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Jareth ran after the goblin into the darkness of the castle. He ran until he no longer heard the small pat of footsteps before him. He stopped in sudden confusion.

"Show yourself." He commanded. There was no reply. He scoured the darkness, but found nothing. But it was then he felt a great disturbance within the castle, and his eyes widened with understanding.

"Sarah!" he said, and disappeared from the dark room.

By the time Jareth arrived, it was too late. Sarah's room was in complete disarray, and she was nowhere to be found. He swung his arm in anger against Sarah's table as the small figurines that stood upon it, fell to the floor. He struck his arm against the solid wood, and it split down the center. The Goblin King had never before felt such complete and utter rage. Someone had taken the woman he loved, and he had done nothing to prevent it.

"I never even told her how I felt." He said to the empty room. She had become more than his "companion", he realized. She was everything he wanted in a partner for the rest of his life. I'll find her, he vowed, then the bastard that took her will deeply regret his decision. He left the room and went into his own quarters, where he grabbed several of his crystals, looking into them intently.